The pendulum

do you sometimes see the stormcloud's
restless ethereal pendulum
the stormbringer's sore belongings
the ones which cut open the eye
pump in the ozone
sub Rosa
ah, but one cigarette's smoke
end
away...

so many curves to follow...
so many back
roads...

the ones which are sadly
overused
misspelled
concealed
by teachers pretending to be
magicians

killing the primal magic in us
the raw primitive
genius

do you sometimes recognize
unspeakable kingdoms in one of your
hemispheres
in their daily lie-injections
in the lies the others so gently feed you
in the fictions they try to
turn to
your truth...

never disown your truth.

the irresistible need to believe
in something or someone
an idol
an icon
a fetish...

what kind of shit they made us
believe in...

to make us feel better
to make us survive
sub Rosa...

to make us
overlook
the true soul's death
as their
humble
meatheaded
servants
w/ merely some rights
to the vote
gesture